Before you email me to tell me what a mean husband I am please realize this is a fantasy written about a meeting up with a friend of ours
It was an early fall afternoon, and as arranged we met Ross in one of the local parks not too far from the airport. Although the days were getting shorter it was still quite sunny, and fortunately for her it was still quite warm at 5pm. The temperature had been near 70 that day but had already dropped a few degrees when we met at the secluded shelter a short walk from the parking lot.
Sam already knew what was required of her, and even though she had whined a little during the drive to the park she knew that she would once again do whatever Ross and I asked of her.
As her mind started to imagine the various types of things they might make her do she started to blush and whimper a little more. She also began to get a little excited when she thought about the different types and levels of exposure and sexual humiliation that they would put her through.
She wished she wouldn't have to do these things, but she also knew that while she was doing them she would get turned on and have more than one orgasm. She couldn't bring herself to admit that she enjoyed these experiences, as that's something only a slut would say, so afterwards she would always deny that she had found any pleasure being exposed, humiliated and used by her husband and others. However, she also knew that it she really said that she wouldn't do what was asked she could walk away at any time. But she couldn't bring herself to admit that either.
Since I had picked Sam up at school she was still dressed in her everyday modest schoolteacher clothes. There wasn't enough time to go home and change since we only had a few hours before Ross had to catch another plane. When we pulled into the parking lot we saw that a rental car was already there, and knew that Ross would be waiting. With different levels of expectation and anticipation we quickly made our way to the park shelter. We could see that Ross was impatient, and as we had prearranged he quickly assumed a position of authority.
He seemed offended that we were late, and when Sam said it was her fault that she couldn't get out of school any earlier since one of the students was held after class. Ross looked at me, and we both said that since it was her fault for being late she'd have to make up for it in a very special way. She seemed to shiver a little at the thought of this, but remained standing still. Ross told her that since she'd been so selfish about taking time away from our adventure that she would have to begin by immediately taking off her clothes.
Although Sam had been stripped in front of men many times before she's rarely had to undress herself. It's always easier for her if she allows things to happen, and doesn't have to take an active part in it.
She quickly took of her jacket and laid it on a picnic table and began to unbutton her dress. We told her that she wasn't going to get any help undressing from us. This time she would have to strip while we watched. Her hand was shaking as she finished with the buttons and she quickly stepped out of her dress and handed it to me to lay on the table. Then she took off her slip and stood before us in just her bra and panties. Since she had come from school she was wearing simple cotton panties and a white bra. She stopped for a moment as Ross told her to wait so we could check her out.
We enjoyed watching her discomfort at standing in front of us in just her bra and panties. Ross and I quickly planned the next move, and as Sam moved away from us I picked up her jacket, dress and slip and started to walk to the car. The parking lot was still empty as I put her clothes into the trunk. When I got back to them Ross was standing behind Sam running his hands over her body as she stood still in her underwear.
After a few moments Ross backed off and asked her to continue taking off her clothes. She hesitated for a moment, and then reached behind to unhook her bra. When it was unfastened she tried to keep it to cover up her breasts, but as Ross held out his hand she gave it to him. Instead of putting it on the table he folded it up and put it in his pocket.